It was a quiet one, the kind of tucked away serendipity easy to miss if you didn’t know where to look. But a miracle still, and the emotions hit The Man Who Should Be Dead sooner than he ever expected. So he took a moment, buried his head in the embrace of a cornerman, then continued his walk into the Chesapeake Energy Arena. Back to the cage. Back home once more. For the ensuing half-hour, the breath of a select few choked back in wonderment, loved ones rapt in half pride, half disbelief at the impossible sight unfolding before them, as Darrell Horcher fulfilled a promise dismissed as delusion only a year prior.
The miraculous second life of Darrell Horcher
